Hoseok was smiling widely and started telling something in Korean. He was using lots of hands movements the whole time and trying to portray whatever he was doing. Hoseok was laughing and it obviously should have been a funny story, maybe his dream, because it was the only word I cought on.

And then, oh nightmare, he turned me to me and said something in surprised tone. He waited for an answer but I just stared awkwardly. Then his words started to sound friendlily scolding. Gosh, I wish I knew what was up. I had a slight idea that he was scolding me for not laughing at his story. I don't know who froze NamJoon but even then I tried to send him signals to help me out he was just smiling at Hobi.

Just then older seemed to notice that two of us are sitting outside NamJoon's room in the hallway on the ground for no good reason then it's almost morning. NamJoon mumbled back to Hoseok an answer and his eyes popped out.

I turned to Bangtan's leader with horror. That expression on Hobi's face could have ment only one thing- he told him. Hoseok was staring at me like some sort of product of lab experience and then burst into laughter. He grabbed onto his stomach and after endless session of laughing he patted me wiping of a happy tear and said something.

"Eh what?" I was finally able to squeeze and J-hope stepped back. "Omo." He stopped smiling. He then said something in Korean that sounded a lot like 'what is this', but I wasn't sure. "Does he know?" I turned to NamJoon. "I told him." He agreed and the whole happiness vanished from Hoseok's face within seconds.

"What is this?" He now spoke in broken English. I don't know if he was actually easier convinced or the fact that NamJoon have already been 'brainwashed' by me, but Hobi seemed to believe it. "I am J-hope." He introduced himself even if that was necessary. I stared at him still shocked.

"It's a miracle I'm still concious." I whispered and NamJoon giggled as Hoseok glanced at him questioning my words. "Wh-hat?" Hobi tried really hard to understand what was going on, but I wasn't stupid, so I quickly realised that it will take a lot of time of convincing until he will believe me like NamJoon. Difficulties? Those boys don't speak English, nor Lithuanian, nor German.

And then NamJoon's phone rang, I recognised the number and my heart dropped to my knees picking up. "Yeah?" Rap Mon watched me anticipating and Hoseok really lost. "He's freaking out." My sister stated obviously panicking. "To be honest I am too." She then added and I bit my lip, NamJoon gestured for me to translate, but from the voices in the background I understood that my sibling wasn't yet finished.

"Don't tell me, but I assume they are trying to convince him, who is me, to calm down?" I asked refering to our parents as 'they'. "Yep." Monica replied and I grabbed onto my head. "You have to talk to him. I said to NamJoon quickly and turned on a speaker. "Turn on your speaker." I commanded to my sister and now everything that was happening in the room could be heard.

NamJoon began speaking in Korean. Honestly, I didn't catch a single word, but it seemed to be working as on the other side a total deadly silence occured, I could feel my parents standing frozen looking at my sister's phone. When NamJoon finished, no one spoke. Just as I thought everyone will freak out again, Jimin responded. No idea what he said, but his tone, even known shaking, was a bit... different.

"What's going on?" I immediately questioned feeling Hoseok's stare on my forehead. "He's lost." NamJoon replied. "Just like you." I rolled my eyes. Out of all the things I could have done, I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure he is way more lost than me, at least I know who you guys are." I responded and this time J-hope seemed to be catching on.

"But what the hell do we do now?" I shook my head feeling depressed and almost completely forgot that the phone was still on. "Gabrielle?" My mom's voice echoed. "Mom? Please calm down, I will come up with something." Trying to convince on more person at the same night, was roo much for me already. I was just as crept out as them after all!

"What is this?" She asked me, but what was I supposed to say? That I somehow magically switched bodies with a random korean male idol? So convincing. "Just take care of him, okay? Don't let him go out. Use translator to comunicate, and call governess telling that I'm sick so he wouldn't have to go to school!" I spilled putting all of my hopes into those words.

Maybe NamJoon was confused, but believe me confused J-hope's face is the funniest thing ever. "Monica?" I then adressed my sister. "Take care of Jimin, okay?" I said and she agreed. Out of all the people on this planet, I never expected my sister, to be the one who will understand me so graciously.

::To be continued→::